I scoff; it seems my sister is a professional at thinking on her feet. If we weren’t in this position, I’d have asked her for tips.
“We’ve made enough money that we can live comfortably, decided to go enjoy our lives. I’m not built for an office job anyways.”
“Well then, that brings me to the reason I called.”
I’m surprised when the gulp I battle with doesn’t become audible, and it doesn’t stop her in her stride.
“Your little asshole comment a couple months ago about Thanksgiving? Yeah, Mom’s been on my ass ever since. Seeing as it’s this weekend and something’s come up at work, I can’t. So…I’m arranging dinner at mine to make up for it.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,oh. Are you free next week? Mom’s good with waiting. She’s going to do something with Morgan in the meantime.”
Saint looks up at me and nods sharply, but I stall.
It earns me a nip at the back of my thigh, and I have to clamp my jaw shut not to yelp. “I can be.”
“Great…You should bring Saint.”
I want to say no.
Hell fucking no.
This is a trap for both of us.
She clearly doesn’t give a shit about doing it in front of Mom—that’s if she’s even going. Saint’s right; I need to play into their game.
When I glance up at him, his eyes radiate the most threatening warning for me to comply.
My eyes flutter shut, and I almost struggle to say the words. “We’ll be there.”
7
Saint
like a villain - bad omens
Aweekwehaveto devise a fucking plan.
I want it cracked in a day.
The event at the manor was different—we were unexpected guests. This time we’re willingly walking into their fucking hands.
And betrayal holds no wrath like one from family.
I’ve gathered my most trusted in the meeting room, looking at each and every single of them, knowing that these faces, along with the rest of Ultio, are gonna bring the fucking Omnia down once and for all.
An inch closer to cutting the head off the snake.
“I want everybody we have available,” I growl, glaring at Rex and Dawson.
Indie and Regina are seated beside them; Indie looks as detached as ever.
Her face never gives anything away, but her eyes are always easy for me to read, see what her soul’s really screaming.
And it’s on fucking fire.
“Dawson, I want that van resprayed and the plates changed.”
